After Lunch I walked to my American History class with Asher on my left and Becca on my right.
I found out that Asher was in all my classes after lunch. It’s weird that the first people I met have almost the same schedule as me.
Maybe i’m just lucky.
Or very unlucky. If Madison sees that I’ve made friends bad things will happen. But theres nothing I can do about it. These two won’t leave me alone.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I couldn’t remember anything that my teachers had said. The whole time I was thinking about Asher.
He always stood beside me, and his eyes were always on me. It was like he was studying me or something.
It’s unnerving, but at the same time it made me feel warm inside. And safe.
I was walking to my locker after the last class of the day when I saw Madison. She already looked popular, like I expected.
She briefly looked over at me and smirked, then turned back to her friends and said something that made them laugh and look over at me.
I’m sure she was making fun of me like she always did. At every school we went to I was bullied because of her.
One time some girls came into the bathroom when I was in there and cut my hair.
Two held me down and the other cut half of my hair so short I looked like a boy when I fixed my hair.
Snapping back to reality, I put the combination into my lock and opened it.
As I was stuffing my books into the top of my locker I herd a familiar voice say “How are you getting home?”
I faced Asher and looked up into his eyes. He really did have beautiful eyes. They were ocean blue with specks of grey.
Without my permission my eyes drifted down his perfect nose to his full rosy lips and strong jaw
Then they went even further to his grey tee shirt that showed off his abbs.
He was so hot.
“Liza?” He said waving his hand infront of my face. I forgot he asked me a question.
I blushed and quickly answered “I’m walking.”
“Want a ride?”
Oh no I can NOT get a ride from him. If Madison or Jason found out they would flip!
And I would end up getting beaten worse than my daily beating I get after supper when Jason has had too much alcohol.
“No it’s okay.” I told him as I closed my locker.
“It’s really no problem.”
“I want to walk. I need the exercise.” I lied.
“Okay.” Asher gave in, obviously not believing me. But he walked off without another word.
When I got home from school I was exhausted, but now was not the time to rest. I still had to clean the house and cook supper for Jason and Madison.
After I vacuumed, washed the floors, and did some laundry, I started on supper.
I made steak with mashed potatoes and corn. It was Jason’s favourite.
I placed everything on the table and ran to my bedroom. I wasn’t allowed to eat with them and the only meal I got was a sandwich with either bologna or cheese.
And half the time I wouldn’t eat for days because Jason forgot to bring me food.
When 7:00 p.m rolled around I heard the stairs that led to my room creak.
Jason was on his way down.
My heart began to pound in my chest and my palms started to sweat as I braced myself for my next beating.
When he finally made it down the stairs and into my room he was holding his belt.
He hasn’t used his belt in a long time. I wonder what I did that was worth a whipping and beating.
“Get over here you slut.” He slurred.
I reluctantly got to my feet and slowly walked over to him. My head bowed.
When he punishing me I wasn’t allowed to look at him or else he would make it worse. I guess it makes him feel more powerful.
When I was in front of him he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer until his face was inches from mine.
I could smell the hard liquor in his breath. It made me feel sick. But right now that was the least of my worries.
“I thought you might have missed this belt so today I’m going to do you a favour and let you visit with it.” He said softly.
What? Is he crazy?
Suddenly I was thrown to the ground.
“You ungrateful little bitch. I brought this belt for you and you don’t say thank you? I’ll teach you a lesson on manners.” He yelled and grabbed a fistful of my hair so my head would stay in place when he punched me.
Then he let go and pushed me over onto my stomach.
I felt a stinging cutting pain on my back as he whipped me over and over with his belt.
But just as quickly as the whipping started it stopped and Jason moved on and decided to start kicking at my sides.
I herd a few cracks and I was sure I had at least two broken ribs.
“You better start appreciating what I do for you. I saved you from that orphanage and gave you a better life. And you can’t even say thank you?” He spat hatefully.
After what felt like hours, he stopped and stumbled back upstairs to pass out on the couch.
I crawled into bed and ignored the pain as I curled into a small ball. I wish I could curl up so small I disappeared altogether.
I rolled over and looked at my alarm clock. It read 7:05 a.m. I’m going to be late
I jumped out of bed and winced. I had a major headache and my stomach and sides hurt so much I whimpered when I moved.
I slowly walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror. I had a new dark bruise on my right eye, and a couple dark bruises on my cheeks.
I lifted up my shirt to look at my sides and stomach. I had giant bruises so bad they were almost black. And I knew that two of my ribs were broken.
But that wasn’t a big deal. I’ve had broken ribs plenty of times. I just have to make sure I don’t so anything that’ll cause a rib to puncture a lung.
I reached under the sink and pulled out my liquid foundation to find it empty. Dammit! What was I going to do now? How would I explain my face?
I got out all the foundation I could and it made the bruises look a little lighter but they were still noticeable. I guess I’ll just make something up.